Perils birched unto me, braved have I,
Scuttled plenty times, voyages craved have I,
Hollowed of passion raved and raved have I,
And sunk underwater, stars chased have I.
Twilight eyes like alpenglow has been,
Wretched years castle on the hills has seen,
Decrescented long does my moon feels,
And solar meridian demands arduous heaves.
Protests glisten sheen of my eyes… listen,
Come hither in spite of your madness… hasten,
Long has my soul yearned but your lovemakin’,
Into my cadaverous spirit, breathe life in.
Look at my form, love-child, ye lonely and despaired,
Sleep has ruined me, escaped long have I; feared,
Racing grains and glass of times have smeared
Your Lover’s visage, his you-expectant fair.
Blemishes long has endured our curtain,
Dangling in-between us, wounded yet floating,
But scratches severe have I been making
Upon my skin, for you waiting and waiting.
Many fantasies and dreams I have long beheld:
Fingers gliding down… ah curious presents,
Sinuous eyes preying up and down your length,
Like you encased in some fancy museum.
Ask into what my saliva turns to, just ask,
Or ask about what pumps crazy my heart,
Pray ask what snatches away my masks
For when you ask… Silence wins at last.
Intoxicated that night into your street I swayed,
Losing alike now rhythm, hang I by a thread,
Steal this poem before it ends and,
Strip naked, strip bare, this in-between curtain.
Break at once now, tear free and rut,
Seal thine clam-lips on mine, cork them shut,
For dog-barks have pierced my waves’ gut;
To simply put it, I speak too much…
Crackling waves electric upon surface,
Belonging to ocean, free of all oceans.
Envelope let’s at last our worries, desires,
Let’s meld and merge that no one finds us.